Your glorious sunshine blinded me
from the birds that brought me your sweet song,
still heard in the deep recesses that held my soul.

My soul, given to you from the darkest corner of my world;
my filthy broken soul bathed in you
and was born anew.

And I can still feel your warm embrace
cut into my being,
as you bath yourself in my sorrow -

How beautiful it was,
your precious touch;
a burning memory to keep me warm
while you grow colder.

Your sincerest love
was so delightful & pure,
so addicting and so forgotten -

How I want you, my darling,
how I want you to rape my soul, dearest.
Could you fuck my world any harder, my love?

The birds that brought your song
are slowly revealing themselves to me
as the clouds build and snuff out your sunshine.
They are crows, which now zoom in
to tare apart the road-kill, which was our love,
basted in my tears, and cooked by your fire.

Your evil black scavengers scream for a taste
of our finest soup - de'sour.
Viciously they yank away pieces
of our crushed love.
As the flesh is torn away,
the truth reveals itself among the bones -
the truth is nothing, and the bones turn to dust,
and your song is long over!